Crazy Dog!

I was reminded of a cat I once lived with.  No, you never really "own" a cat, they just allow you into the house.  This cat was an enormous barn cat from the WSU Dairy.  He had huge fangs that never really fit inside of his mouth, and his claws didn't retract all of the way.  But he was a completely gentle soul unless you put on a pair of work gloves we had with long gauntlets.  Then he'd pin your arms...and take no hostages.

Anyway, the reason he came to mind was I watched Sabine...the little white squeak toy, go totally "crazy dog" yesterday.  By crazy dog I mean...she tucked her little tail down and ran in crazy circles as fast as her little body would carry her just for the joy of running.  And as she was doing this, Miss Maisy decided to chase her, except Maisy is a much larger dog, and couldn't quite keep up, and it ended up with Sabine behind Maisy.  The cat used to have a "friend" squirrel who lived in a tree in the back yard.  He was actually raising a family there.  I cannot tell you how often we looked out to see cat chasing squirrel.  Cat was faster, but squirrel could turn on a dime...and how often you'd see them race across the yard one direction with squirrel in lead, only to return in the other direction with cat in the lead.

Sorta miss that cat.